Fairy Eye

"Hello, senior sister. I heard that they sell clothes here, so I came here to take a look." Han Lin looked around and then turned to the woman politely.

The women here are not the ordinary waitresses, but sect disciples on missions here. Their cultivation is higher than his, so he cannot be easily offended.

"Buying clothes? We have them, but judging from your appearance, you must have just been promoted to a formal disciple, right? We only accept sect contributions here, not the points of miscellaneous disciples, okay? Do you have any contributions?" the woman said with a smile.

"I didn't make any contribution, but I have a few spirit stones. This should be able to be exchanged for contribution points, right?" Han Lin took out a spirit stone from his token space.

"Of course you can exchange spirit stones for contribution points! But the value will be discounted." The woman's eyes lit up slightly when she saw the spirit stones.

According to the rules, 100 contribution points can be exchanged for one spirit stone, but exchanging spirit stones for contribution points will be greatly reduced, with one spirit stone only being exchanged for 90 contribution points.

In the Guiyuan Sect, contributions are more valuable than spirit stones! This is because in many parts of the sect, contributions are accepted but not spirit stones.

Han Lin already knew about this from Senior Brother He, and nodded to indicate that he understood.

He then used the spirit stones in his hand to exchange for ninety sect contribution points from the woman. This contribution card was similar to the previous points card, only the format was different.

After exchanging their contribution cards, the beautiful woman took Han Lin to choose clothes.

The clothes at Baibaotang weren't expensive; ten contribution points were enough to buy a complete set, inside and out. Han Lin bought five sets at once, just in case they got damaged and he had no replacements.

With forty contribution points left, it seemed like not enough to buy anything, so Han Lin put them away and prepared to leave.

Just then, the beautiful woman walked up and said, "Junior brother, would you like to buy a bamboo hat or a mask or something? It's not expensive, only thirty or forty points."

It seems she doesn't want to let Han Lin leave until she's completely drained of his resources.

"A straw hat and mask?"

Han Lin asked doubtfully, "Are sects allowed to wear masks?"

The woman smiled and said, "Of course you can. You're an outer disciple now, so you have the freedom to dress up."

"Besides, masks and hats can not only help you cover up your facial imperfections and prevent people from looking at you strangely, but they can also help you avoid a lot of trouble at the trade fair."

What is a trade fair?

Han Lin heard this term for the first time and asked curiously.

The woman was not annoyed and patiently explained to Han Lin.

It wasn't that she had any feelings for Han Lin, but rather that there were commissions for completing tasks here; the more she sold, the higher her commission would be.

If you don't meet the requirements, you might not even get the task's reward, let alone a commission.

The reason for this is that the sect wants to make the 'contribution cards' circulate, since people will only do tasks if they spend money.

Only when everyone completes tasks and diligently cultivates can the sect thrive and develop.

This is also the fundamental reason why sects issue contribution cards.

After listening, Han Lin gained a better understanding of the trade fair that his senior sister had mentioned. Out of gratitude, he actually bought a black straw hat with a curtain.

……

Half an hour later, Han Lin returned to his residence in Yinhe Valley.

I took a hot bath in the hot spring water and changed into a plain black brocade robe with subtle patterns.

The collar and cuffs were trimmed with a thin, dark silver edge, and a matte black jade belt was tied around her waist. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, obscuring both cheeks.

He stood in front of a huge bronze mirror, gazing at the person reflected in it.

The person in the mirror had a calm expression. The faint dark spots on his face contrasted with his simple and understated robes, making him appear neither vulgar nor crude. Instead, they added a touch of aloofness to his demeanor.

Han Lin was very satisfied with his outfit.

He glanced at the straw hat in his hand and put it away. His hair could cover most of the dark spots, so there was no need to wear a straw hat normally.

The reason I bought it was because I heard from my senior sister that there was a place in the sect called Red Maple Valley, where a gathering was held on odd-numbered days.

Everyone was there exchanging what they needed.

To avoid being targeted, they would mostly wear straw hats or masks to conceal their identities.

Han Lin was quite interested in such a gathering, but today was a two-day weekend and not an open day, so he could only wait until later to go and take a look.

After tidying up, Han Lin sat down at the table and began to ponder.

Now that he has become a formal disciple, he should, in principle, go and take on missions. Otherwise, relying solely on natural spiritual energy for cultivation, his cultivation level will likely make little progress.

But he was still preoccupied with the matter of the Old Man of Withered Blood, unsure of where to begin.

As he thought about it, Han Lin got a headache.

The next day.

Han Lin was still asleep when he suddenly heard a tinkling sound, like wind chimes, coming from the courtyard outside.

He hurriedly left the room, went to the front yard, opened the gate, and saw a man in a blue robe outside.

Upon seeing Han Lin, the other person was stunned: "Brother Han, you've changed so much! I almost didn't recognize you."

"Brother Tang Chuan, you're joking. Is there something you need?" The person who came was indeed Tang Chuan.

"I've come to return the spirit stones."

Tang Chuan took out ten spirit stones from the token space and presented them to Han Lin.

"Thanks to you last time, otherwise I would have had to wait until September to take the assessment. These five extra stars are a small token of my appreciation, please don't refuse them, or I'll feel bad about it."

"Alright, since Brother Tang puts it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony." Han Lin didn't expect the other party to be so generous. He smiled slightly and grabbed the spirit stone, seemingly putting it into the token space, but in reality, the moment he touched the token, he directly put it into the Tongtian Treasure Vault.

"Brother Han, I'm going to the Merit Hall to see if there are any missions available. Would you like to come along?" Tang Chuan asked, his expression shifting slightly.

"Get a mission?"

Han Lin thought for a moment, "Okay, let's go take a look together."

Afterwards, they locked the courtyard gate and left Galaxy Valley together with Tang Chuan.

On the way, Han Lin suddenly thought of something and asked casually, "Brother Tang, may I ask where your hometown is? Are you also from Yunzhong County?"

Tang Chuan laughed and said, "I was born in the Guiyuan Sect and have never been to the secular world."

Han Lin asked in surprise, "From the Guiyuan Sect?"

"Yes, my parents were both outer disciples of the Guiyuan Sect, but they passed away due to an accident. Because I didn't have much talent, I was sent to the Qinglong River."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I was indeed confused and sad for a long time after my parents passed away, but I've figured it out now! As a spiritual practitioner, I always have my life on the line. Who knows, one day I might end up like them."

"..."

The two walked and talked, and before they knew it, they arrived at the outer gate square. After a slight pause, they walked side by side into a huge stone hall with a plaque for the Hall of Merit hanging on it.

Entering through the main gate and passing through a passage, you arrive at a spacious room where an old man is dozing behind a long stone table.

On the stone table lay a thick, long ledger.

"Old Yan, it's been a long time. We've come to receive our mission." Tang Chuan stepped forward, greeted the old man with a smile, and seemed to recognize him and be quite familiar with him.

"Hey, isn't this Tang Chuan? You actually got transferred back from Qinglong River?" The old man sat up straight, wiped his mouth, and said in surprise.

"It's been almost fifteen years. If I didn't come back soon, wouldn't I really become a useless piece of trash?" Tang Chuan said with a smile.

He was sent to Qinglong River when he was seven years old, and now he is twenty-one years old. He has been in Qinglong River for fourteen years, and he can only return to the sect once a year when he is on a special mission.

"Fifteen years is nothing. With your talent, I thought you'd never come back in this lifetime! It's clear you're a very hardworking kid."

The old man stood up, glanced at Han Lin, and said, "This young man looks unfamiliar. Could he also be a newly promoted formal disciple?"

Han Lin quickly replied, "Yes."

The old man nodded. "Yes, could you please step outside for a moment? I have some private matters to discuss with Tang Chuan."

Tang Chuan said, "Old Yan, are you trying to talk about my parents? There's no need to beat around the bush. He's my friend, so just say it directly."